Lucy let go and backed off, moving to Bitch’s side.
“They’re beautiful,” Siberian whispered, looking at the dogs.
In their own twisted way, sure.
Bitch nodded mutely in response.
Siberian approached her, walking with a great deal of care. There was grace in her movement, and she walked on her tiptoes, each foot carefully placed a measured distance in front of the other. Her eyes shone through the curtain of her white and black hair.
Very catlike in a multitude of ways.
Bitch felt a moment’s trepidation.
“What…” She regretted opening her mouth the instant she did, but it was already too late. “do you want?”
…
I accidentally scrolled a little too far while copying this, so I know the answer is a single short word, but I was already going to guess something along the lines of “you”.
In part because I was half expecting part of the reason Rachel regretted opening her mouth to end up being that Siberian kissed her, before I finished reading what she was saying.
“You.”
“I don’t understand,” she tried to inject more confidence into her answer.
Yep. It seems we have a smitten kitten, and/or a recruitment attempt.
And you know what? I could almost see this ship working out.
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